| Meet me in the blue bed
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| I’ll be drawing out your flaws
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| And clawing at what’s caused
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| My knees to tremble
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| Meet me in the back shed
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| I’ll be hanging up the knives
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| Humming melodies that rhyme
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| Building castles out of shovels
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| Hang my head about
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| As if we never had the time
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| To draw it on the walls
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| What’s all the trouble
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| Push my mind around
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| As if it’s warming up your hands
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| As if it’s softer than the land
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| All soaked and supple
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| Don’t be afraid if it’s a little bit close
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| I built a kingdom of your throes
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| I’m seeing double
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| Don’t be afraid if there’s no wind in my hair
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| There’s a stillness left in there
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| I’m seeing double
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| I’m seeing double, I, oh
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| I’m seeing double, double
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| Ah-ah, uh-oh
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| I’m seeing double, double
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| Dry it out for days
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| And then I’ll beckon every rain
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| I’ll hover like refrain
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| O push the cloud out
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| Meet me in the back shed
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| Throw the wind and he’ll not pause
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| Hold up what’s cast and listen close
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| To how my knees prey
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| O pry the door from it’s post
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| I’ve been hiding out for days
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| And nothing’s growing
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| There’s a breath left in there
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| O I would say
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| Wait for the storm
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| Take it away
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| I’m seeing double
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| Don’t be afraid if it’s a little bit close
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| I built a kingdom of your throes
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| I’m seeing double
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| Don’t be afraid if there’s no wind in my hair
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| There’s a stillness left in there
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| I’m seeing double
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| I’m seeing double, I, oh
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| I’m seeing double, double
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| Ah-ah, uh-oh
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| I’m seeing double, double
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| I built a kingdom of your throes (don't be afraid)
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| But it’s a little bit close (if it’s a little bit close)
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| There is a stillness in our woes (don't be afraid)
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| But it’s a little bit close (if it’s a little bit cold) |